BOOK XI. CHAPTER I. A FAIRY STORY AT THE AGRICULTURAL FAIR. ERIC and Roland walked inland over the hills, keeping step together. There is no better time for a pedestrian journey, than some bright day of the early autumn; the cows are pasturing in the meadows, the vegetable products are being harvested in the fields, the foliage assumes variegated colors on the trees, and all day there is a dewy, morning, or rather, evening freshness in the air, for the evening of summer is now coming on. All nature appears sated, and like one who has accomplished his work. Eric and Roland wandered on, as if they must so wander on forever, with no rest, no goal, always keeping step. And yet they had a goal, Eric especially. Roland had never yet seen a life of active endeavor, and now he was to be made acquainted with one. Eric related to him, as they were going along, his own life-history, but in a wholly different way from his narration to Clodwig, and afterwards to Sonnenkamp, dwelling principally upon the failure of his military career. This must have its influence upon Roland. Eric had the feeling that this was the last journey he should make with Roland; and the latter confirmed this feeling when he related that Pranken had already bespoken a uniform for him; late in the autumn he would enter the military school. Roland also spoke particularly, for the first time, of Knopf, the teacher at Mattenheim. He frankly said that before he entered a different course of life, he should like to become reconciled with him. And Eric now learned how deeply Roland had wounded his former tutor. He and a former valet, who had been the instigator, had cut off the beard on one side of Knopf's face, while he was asleep; he sincerely regretted this now, and wanted to acknowledge it to Herr Knopf. And so this journey had a variety of ends in view. They were all the time going farther away from the Rhine, and the country had a poorer look. They now met cows decked with gay ribbons; hogs and sheep, and also choice products of the fields, were carried along, arranged in excellent order. "What's going on?" "It's the District Agricultural Fair at Mattenheim." They reached the village at a short dis tance from Weidmann's property; it was adorned with flags, and peasants stood in their wagons decorated with garlands, and imitated in sport their different occupations. Here was one wagon with threshers, another with reapers, and others with weavers, vine-dressers, shinglers, and woodcutters; every sort of heavy work had been turned for once into play. The horses and oxen that were harnessed to the wagons wore garlands and ribbons, and everybody was shouting, rejoicing, and welcoming the fresh arrivals. They entered the village. Flags were streaming from the Rathhaus ; they said that Weidmann was there delivering a discourse. They went in. In the great hall Weidmann was standing behind a table, and giving to the people a scientific and at the same time a perfectly comprehensible and directly practical essay on the best method of "making flesh;" for such was the term he continually used in speaking of feeding. "Making flesh was his constantly recurring theme; and he pointed out the different kinds and quantities of food, how roots and oil-cakes must be alternated and supplied so as to give the most nourishment, laying a special emphasis upon the necessity of accurate calculation in order to receive the proper returns. He had a thermometer in his stable, and the heat there was never allowed to be above 63 1-2° Fahrenheit; he had also a telegraphic clock which communicated from the stable to his study, so that he could know, to a minute, whether the servants foddered the cattle at the proper time. He represented to the people how much better off they were with a small amount of landed property, for they could have it all under their own eye, while he had to be at the mercy of hired laborers; and one could know very well when Monday came, for on Sunday there was always bad foddering. Each cow has its own name, and a register is kept of the amount of milk from each, and any one that does not come up to the requisite standard to yield a profit is got rid of. He repeated to his hearers often, how, within the circuit of a few miles, more than a million was thrown away by cutting the grass too late, and not getting it in until it had become dead ripe. And he succeeded in setting all this off in a humorous way. If he had occasion to show that his method was profitable pecuniarily, he would strike his hand upon his pantaloons' pocket, and say: Then there's something goes in here." There was much merriment when hel illustrated with his hand the remark: 66 Profit profit is the whole story. Just look at this! The human hand moves its fingers inward towards us, not outwards to give away." He was strongly opposed to pasturing in common; and everything went to show that people were foolish and wasteful, since they would not understand how to procure good food for themselves by means of their cattle. Roland listened with astonishment, wondering at this man's sphere of influence, who showed such zeal in teaching people how to feed themselves well. Eric also had something to think about; for when Weidmann declared that the particular breed was not of so much account, that the food of animals was a far more vital matter than what blood they were of, Eric cast down his eyes. Perhaps he made a particular application of the remark. When the address was over, Eric and Roland were warmly welcomed by Herr Weidmann; and on Eric's expressing his satisfaction at the address, Weidmann said: "I was intended once for a parson, and the son of a parson still sticks to me." Eric replied, smiling: 66 There are so many who preach about spirit, that it is well for you, for once, to preach about flesh." Weidmann answered very seriously:"But I do not at all deny the spirit; it is even incomprehensible to me how people can manage not to believe in a God. I find traces of him everywhere. But we will speak of this by and by. Let us go." The audience went out into the street, where the procession was now passing along. First came the fire-companies of that and the neighboring villages, fine fresh-looking young fellows in drab linen clothes, with gleaming, yellow helmets on their heads. "This is a new order of things," Eric said to Weidmann. Weidmann rejoined, nodding: "Yes, no age before ours has had the like, and who knows what will come of it!" Now the wagons came along with their merry occupants, and occasionally the female hemp-dressers would scatter chopped straw upon the gazing crowd. New wine was handed out from the wagon, and a joyous hilarity was everywhere seen. Weidmann again welcomed his guests, saying that he would take them home with him at evening, and that Herr Knopf would be particularly delighted. He introduced them also to his nephew, Dr. Fritz, adding that Herr Knopf held himself back for the dance. They next proceeded to the fair-grounds, where the prizes were being awarded, and Weidmann took his guests to the exhibition of agricultural implements. He pointed out that there was no perfect shovel and no perfect plough, and commended the plan of distributing the improved implements by lot among the people. "It is difficult," he declared, "to get the peasant to adopt any new invention; the husbandman cannot be an innovator, he must not be; he is to be the representative of the conservative element, and yet he must keep pace with the progress of the new age. This is difficult, and great patience is needed." He spoke of a long cherished plan he had entertained of sending out agricultural missionaries, or rather, of making missionaries out of some of the peasants themselves; for the peasantry always had a prejudice against a man who made use of learned words. Roland went into the exhibition, and round among the multitude, as if he were suddenly transported into a wholly new world. Here was a man, living only a few hours' distance from Villa Eden, who was laboring with such zeal and such devotion, in order to supply good nourishment to his fellow human beings. And what are we trying to do? Something of this was apparent when he said to Eric: : "Herr Weidmann has a noble calling, even if he does speak a great deal about manure." Among all those who were shouting and rejoicing, there was not one so happy as Eric was, when he heard his pupil say this. This acknowledgment, that none of the material substances on which human activity was employed were impure, if one considered the real thought thereby unfolded,— this was a result far beyond his expectation. He congratulated himself on having come here; here must Roland find his true vocation, he must devote himself to agriculture, for in that there is a direct means of benefiting the many. You must see my pigs," urged Weidmann, "Yorkshire pigs, six weeks old, splendid creatures! Have you too an antipathy to pigs? I can very easily imagine it. But, my young friend, of the meat that goes for food in our country, seventy per cent. is pork, twenty per cent. beef and veal, and only ten per cent. mutton, lamb, fowl, game, etc., is eaten." The Yorkshire pigs were, in fact, very pretty-looking animals. Roland did not go to see them, but remained a long time looking at the so-called Hercules' Clubs, or the Serpent's Gourds, as they are also termed, a huge growth, half as long as a man, and double the thickness of his arm. The prizes were awarded, the rejoicing of the people became tumultuous, and it was a continual delight to Eric to point out to his pupil, that this was a festival got up by the people themselves, and was established neither by Church nor State. Weidmann, who heard something of this, added smiling: "Yes, this is our new self-government in all matters, high and low. We have no overseers, neither consecrated nor unconsecrated." The sun shone down brightly upon the lively scene of joyous festivity, and Roland, standing upon the now empty platform, said to Eric: "If my father were only here! Suppose now that to each one of the multitude here, all of them, how many do you think there are ?" "At least a thousand." "A thousand persons," ," he repeated. "Then, if one should give this very minute a thousand gulden to each one of them ? " "This would be very well for a day, a year, or even several years, but not for life. You have been told that the way to help people is, to put good tools into their hands, and good tools into their souls, so that they may get their own living—that's the thing." 66 Yes, yes, it was only a dream," said Roland, and his countenance fell. Why had Eric not shared with him in the joy of this dream? that he had to doff his spectacles, and look at the new-comers with blinking eyes. 66 You come at a good time, at the best. We are celebrating the District Fair." "Forgive me," exclaimed Roland. "I did that a long while ago. Dearyou have grown very tall. Come with me." He conducted them to the large table, and introduced Eric to Frau Weidmann. And another person, who was sitting behind the table, shook Eric and Roland by the hand; it was the Russian, who was now living with Weidmann as a pupil. Weidmann's two sons, Dr. Fritz, from America, and his child, were also introduced. Roland and the maiden gazed at each other as if they were in a dream. Father, this is the Forest-prince whom I saw," said the maiden to the handsome, strongly-built man. Her voice made Roland look round; so would the lilies of the valley have rung out their soft tones, if their little bells could have emitted any sound. The adventure in the wood was now gaily narrated, and Knopf was especially delighted. 66 Miracles still take place! Miracles still take place!" he kept exclaiming, flourishing at the same time his flute. "But now, children, follow me; do not speak not a single word. Roland can dance, and you can dance too, Lilian. I beg you would be quiet!" he cried aloud to the assembly. *Our children are going to dance - our children are going to dance by themselves." He stationed himself again on the platform, and played a waltz on his flute; the children danced, and all eyes were fixed upon them, as if it were a fairy spectacle. It was time for them to go to the dance; they heard the sound of music. They entered the Raven Inn, where a green garland was hanging outside, and inside, peasants Roland and Lilian had not yet spoken a and peasant girls were dancing merrily. word, and they had so much to say to each On a little platform among the musicians other; but they were dancing together. there was a man playing the flute, who Who knows how long Knopf would have nodded to them as they came in; it was kept on playing, had not Dr. Fritz called Knopf. Roland seized Eric's hand, trem-out:bling, and pointing to a table covered with a red cloth where several well-dressed people were sitting, he cried: There she is! There she is!" "That'll do for the present, Herr Candidate!" Knopf flinched; the word candidate, in the midst of this fairy tale, seemed to annoy him, it sounded so horri Roland and Lilian took their seat with the others at the table. Knopf exhorted Lilian to give her partner something to drink, but Frau Weidmann insisted upon the children's waiting awhile before they drank. They sat quietly, looking at each other without speaking. A child of slender form, and of a bloom-bly prosaic. ing, rosy countenance, with long, flowing hair, was standing on the knee of a handsome, powerfully built man, with a massive head, who was addressed as Doctor Fritz. Knopf gave a signal to the trumpeter near him, and the dance ceased. He came down, and shook Eric and Roland by the hand. Tears stood in his eyes under his huge spectacles, and fell upon the glasses, so Eric begged that his coming should make no interruption in their plans, but Weid mann declared that he wanted to leave, at any rate; he had already been obliged to answer hundreds of questions. Frau Weidmann regretted that the best rooms in the house were already occupied, and that Eric and Roland would have to put up with such poor accommodations. 66 Don't be uneasy," interposed Weidmann; "all women, even the best, make apologies for their housekeeping, however good it may be." The whole company adjourned from the table to the courtyard, Dr. Fritz leading his little daughter by the hand; and now it was learned that he and his child were going to start the next day for America. pacify her; he took, however, the wrong means, informing her that Herr Sonnenkamp himself wanted to receive a title. Eric was startled to hear this matter, which had been regarded as a great secret, here spoken of so openly. Frau Weidmann had a special dislike towards Pranken; she disliked him because he induced so many people to place good breeding, as it was termed, above plain uprightness. You could hear hundreds of persons, women as well as men, speak well of him in spite of his vicious life, because he was so well bred, as they called it. 66 Suppose Manna had come here?" thought Eric to himself. Weidmann turned to Eric with the ex against Pranken, as two years ago, about the time that Eric had taken the position at Sonnenkamp's, Pranken had spent a few days at Mattenheim, and in that short time had introduced a disorderly state of things at the farm, which was not without its effects even at the present time. Knopf took Roland's arm, and Eric walked between Weidmann and his wife; the Rus-planation that his wife was pretty severe sian had gone out into the fields with a son of Weidmann, while the second accompanied Dr. Fritz. Frau Weidmann could not forbear letting Eric know why her husband was so taciturn; that he devoted himself too much to other people, and then he came home all fagged out. Who knows whether he would not have taken his violin and played for the people, if Eric had not come? Weidmann declared that he had done this, and was not at all ashamed of it. Eric replied that it was exceedingly painful to see how often it was that one was almost ashamed of manifesting any good feeling in the world, because so many merely pretended to possess it, and only used it as a means of acquiring popularity. Weidmann made mention of Eric's office in the House of Correction, adding that the man who played the key-bugle had been a convict formerly, and had conducted himself well for years. Frau Weidmann, who was of the opinion that talking was too much of an exertion for her husband at present, now resumed the thread of conversation, and asked Eric whether it was a settled matter that Pranken was to marry the rich Sonnenkamp's daughter. Eric could not keep saying yes, and Frau Weidmann was exceedingly vexed. "It always puts me out," she said, "when a healthy and wealthy girl of the middle class marries a nobleman; our good, solid, industrial acquisitions are alienated. I do not wish to say that the noble is not our friend; but he does not belong to us, he considers himself something different from us, and the fruit of our toil goes to him. A girl of the middle class, who buys a title by marriage, betrays her ancestors, and betrays us in her posterity." Frau Weidmann spoke so excitedly and angrily, that her husband tried in vain to CHAPTER II. A PEBBLE ANSWERS FOR A JEWEL. KNOPF, meanwhile, talked much with Roland, and congratulated him in having a man like Eric for a teacher. Roland was as inattentive as ever, asking at last only this question, "What is the maiden's name ?" "Lilian. And this is the miraculous part of it! You gave her in the wood a Mayflower, and the Mayflower is also called Lily of the Valley." "What's her father?" "A famous lawyer, a leading opponent of slavery." Knopf would rather have given himself a slap on the mouth, than to have uttered what he did. But it couldn't be unsaid. He turned suddenly and looked sharply at Roland, and, to his satisfaction, he became convinced that no effect had been produced upon the youth. During the whole distance they seemed to be hearing the music of the waltz, and now, as they approached the farm, that ceased, for there struck upon their ears the rushing and roaring of a mill-stream and the clattering of a mill. The stream flowed underneath a large part of the house, and turned the mill constructed there. "You will not sleep well to-night," said Knopf to Roland. 66 Why not?" “Because you must first get used to the noise of the mill; if one is accustomed to it, he sleeps the more soundly for it. It He only wished that he could do somewas so with my little pupil." thing towards deepening and making lastNot far from the farm buildings, the dif-ing this gleaming romance of their wonderful ferent individuals, meeting again, were stand-meeting. ing near the palings of an inclosure, where But that's just it! One can't do anyRoland was delighted with the handsome thing in this sphere of the romantic, it colts that were frisking about within, and always comes of its own accord, unexpected which all came up to the fence when they and surprising; it won't be regulated and sniffed Herr Weidmann's proximity. reasonably built up. All one can do is, to keep still and hold his breath, and make no sound; otherwise the charm is broken. He had to do something to further it, and he did the very best thing; he went off and left the children by themselves. 66 He informed them that this was his "little children's school; " he had established a coltgarten" for colts, to which all the breeders of horses in the district sent the foals. There was good pasture-land, where they could perform their gymnastic exercises, be well-sheltered and safely cared for. This helped the whole surrounding country in the rearing of horses. Roland was highly pleased with this information, and Eric took fresh satisfaction in the thought of having brought him here. A man like Weidmann would exert an influence over Roland such as no other person could. They looked at each other, but neither spoke. A handsome red heifer, with a bell on her neck and a garland over her horns, was led into the farm-yard. The maiden went up to her, and stroking her, said, Weidmann urged the matter no further. Eric could not conceive what made Roland so timid; but he saw clearly what a great influence this man had acquired over his pupil. Perhaps also what Roland had heard caused him to waver, and he was reluctant to speak, before a man of such active useful-fore? ness, of a vocation in which outward show and glory were the ends in view. The But there was another reason. child with golden hair let go her father's hand, went up to Knopf and whispered to him, that now he must be convinced all was true she had told him; that he had never believed she had met any one in the wood, but now the witness was before his eyes. Roland whispered to Knopf, that Eric had never been disposed to believe that such a thing had really happened to him. 66 Why haven't you been to see us be" "I did not know where you lived, nor who you were." "Ah! That was why! And now they talked of their first meeting, how Lilian was carried away by her uncle, and how Roland wandered on to find Eric. Then it was spring, and now it is autumn. 66 'Just think! In your lilies there were some pretty little flies, which went along with us in the carriage, and didn't stir." "Have you kept the flowers? "No. I don't like withered flowers. Give me something- give me something, that doesn't wither." Knopf, who saw himself placed in the midst of wonder-land, moved his hand repeatedly over his breast, while his eyes gleamed behind his spectacles. Yes, in the "I have nothing," replied Roland. "But very midst of chemistry, scientific feeding, I will send you my photograph, taken as a locomotive whistles, and dividend calcula-page no. That's not fit for you. Oh, tions in the midst of all this there was if I only had my rings now! I should like still romance left in the world. True, this to give a ring, but Herr Eric has taken happens only to children born on Sunday, them all off my fingers." and Lilian was a Sunday-child. "I don't want any ring. Well, give me |